Flatland

Lorenz

I am French without mountains or champagne

Dutch somewhere between  Bruges and Gand 

sometime Germain  by distraction 

Spanish by a passing  halleberdier ...

 Illusions of history and drinking songs story...

 I'm nowhere and yet I' am  ,dreamer ,

I don't shine anywhere except maybe on a bike ,

amazing when something  is so flat  !

Cartoonist,caricaturist , surealist  ,

  how can I still exist  ?

Unsound mind  dressed in holy spirit ,

cunning tomcat in lion's clothing ,

master of the twisted  conpromise 

in the maze of an lunatic asylum .

My soul, clinging to the earth ,

furrowed by passionless rivers ,

and that gray in the mind 

that calls itself poetry ...

 I am just a dune-dweller

lost in moon light gloom ...

If I could redraw the horizon ,

inventing summits to conquer ,

ocean to defy,  princess  to be tamed,

stars playing in her  mermaid hair ,

  Knight  of an infinite  realm ,

when this dulness will become an island...

 Child who has grown out of conformism

lie of a fantasy kingdom where the giants

   only parade for carnivale...

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2024 10:27
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: Ellen Marsell
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  • Ellen Marsell

    A vivid portrait of a wandering soul, a dreamer drifting in the currents of imagination and reality.

    • Lorenz

      Thank you for your laudatory comment !



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